"Strip her."
The words came out cold, hoarse voice which carried the weigh of finality. As the leader here (self-proclaimed), the man barks the order sternly and everyone naturally follows as if he is actually in charge. Perhaps it's because of his excessive dominant nature, everyone has the urge to obey.
As if by instinct, a pair of rough but slim hands, yes, a man's hands slip onto her body, feeling the texture of her blouse before slipping under the garments teasingly.
Eh? What's going in here?
Her head feels dizzy, barely processes her surroundings. Her reaction is delayed. She swears that she didn't drink too much earlier. Her tolerate of wine is high thanks to the perks of being a divine being. She is not human. She is in fact far above them. A Celestial Being. No one can mess around with her easily.
So why is this happening to her? She is in a lavish bedroom, being cornered by two, no— FOUR men and all she did was just standing there and let them do whatever they want.
Did someone drug her? No. She remembers when she entered the bar, ordering a glass of water for once due to the stress at work. It was a normal drink because she saw the bartender mixing and pouring the liquid before her very eyes. Even if it contained some poison or drug, she can tell with her divine eyes.
But now, the thing which is not supposed to happen is happening.
She feels the hands from earlier, sliding over her form, trembling as if hesitating to carry out the order.
"What's wrong, Asmodeus? Having a second thought?" A wicked, sly voice filled with mischief calls out, mocking the man who is holding the girl. "This isn't like you. We all know how much you are into this." The voice continues, taunting. He was kicking his legs from the table.
Another voice, guttural and harsh, as if he's growling comes in. The anticipation in the room is overwhelming and he is losing the little bit of patience he has left. "Mammon is right. You think we didn't notice the way your eyes ogle her body earlier?"
Mammon, the man, or more like a literal devil bursts out of laughter. He throws his head back and slaps his thigh. Nothing is actually funny but his sense of humor is something else. He could easily laugh or joke around in a serious situation."Look. We don't have much time left tonight. So why don't you save us trouble and strip her already, Asmodeus?"
Asmodeus groans, a rare commodity for his velvety voice. He is not usually a talker since to him, action speaks louder than words. That is what he doing. With determination, the devil called 'Asmodeus' unbuttons her blouse, letting the fabric fall off the girl's shoulders.
Upon her upper torso's revelation, loud gasps fill the room. Their breaths are caught within their throats.
A wide smirk is tugged onto Lucifer's lips, the devil which carries the most authoritative aura. His muscular body is relaxed against the coach as he enjoys the view before him. "I always thought you have a nice body. Heaven and Hell...you did not disappoint."
When the bloody red eyes meet hers, Serianne gasps. She feels her cheeks burn with fear and humiliation. The reality finally sinks in. She is being ogled by four most powerful devils known in mankind!
She knows she needs to resist, fight back with all her might despite being overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the devils' power. However, she can't move. Not because she doesn't want to but she can't. She can't even scream for help. It feels like her voice is stuck in her throat. The devils must have done something with their powers to keep her at bay.
"She's cute." The grumpy demon who is always moody, Satan finally admits, showing everyone the vulnerability of his rare side. He looks away with a blush creeps up his cheeks.
"Told you so." Mammon chuckles and slaps Satan's shoulder playfully. "She's a rare beauty! A hidden gold among mortals. Almost like an angel!"
"Are you an idiot? She IS an angel. It's easy to tell." Lucifer retorts, unimpressed by the sight before him. He admits that Serianne is not like other girls he have met before. Her beauty and resilience are on another level. It took his breath away. Even so, he can't afford to exaggerate like others due to his pride. So he just sits there, grasping his hands together while staring at Serianne straight into her soul.
'Oh god...help me...'
Serianne prays silently but she knows it's useless when the four demons have already got her exactly where they wanted her.
"Serianne, look at me." Asmodeus pleads softly and cups her chin. He can barely contain his lust now that the object of his desire is right within his grasp. His hands slide over her body slowly and sensually, leaving moans and gasps from her.
The blouse and skirt have completely fallen uselessly onto the floor, leaving Serianne in only her white bra and panties. The devils groan with lust and desire at the lewd sight. Their breathing become ragged and heavy.
"You're going to be the death of me." Mammon groans, his face is completely red. He almost fell from his seat on the table.
"I want her." Satan rasps barely above whisper as he stalks closer. His huge form is taking over.
Lucifer is just silence as he surveys Serianne's naked form once more. His face is calm but his eyes filled with lust and something else. Something darker. It feels like he's a predator who is going to pounce his prey at any moment.
Asmodeus finally snaps, his eyes are wide. His hands have already gripping her buttcheeks which made her jump.
Serianne realizes the gravity of her situation. The weigh of their gaze on her is overwhelming. There's no mistaken. The devils want her.
As if on cue, the space is distorted with black whirl. Serianne blinks her eyes twice and surprisingly, she finds herself in the familiar antique shop she entered earlier.
"So, how was it?" Behind the counter, an old woman in a cloak which covers her mysterious face calls out, bringing Serianne backs to reality.
Serianne gasps and quickly assesses her surroundings. She's still there. In the antique shop in the middle of town.
"Judging from your red face, I assume that your future is quite...interesting..." The old woman teases. Her fingers are grazing over the glowing purple orb on the counter.
Serianne feels like she wants to sink into the ground and dies from embarrassment. What was that vision just now? "I think there's something wrong with your prediction technique."
The old woman snorts, displeased by her criticms. She has been working here for more than 50 years and most of her predictions became reality. She's not used to negative feedbacks. "My prediction technique is flawless. I'm the most skillful foreseer in Aetheris."
Serianne rolls her eyes, not believing her one bit. She knew she shouldn't go there in the first place but what can she do? Her curiosity got the better of her.
"That's enough. I'm done here."
"Hey, where are you going, Young Lady? Where's my tips?"
With a grunt, Serianne puts some cash on the counter before storming out of the shady store.
'Predict your future, the best foreseer is here' my ass. It's obviously a scam. If she's really the best foreseer in town, why did she got a vision of the four most powerful demons, her sworn enemies, ganging up on her in the future? That doesn't make any sense.
Serianne didn't come to earth for leisurely walk. She has a mission. Yes, a mission which determines the fate of the world. And her mission is them— the devils.
She is an angel, one of the High-Ranked Angels who is responsible to purge the devils hiding among mortals. In celestial sense, 'purge' is equal to 'kill'. Which is why she is serious in executing her duty.
1000 years ago, there was a war outbreak between angels and demons. The Seven Demon Kings, the Seven Deadly Sins joined the war with their armies, fighting against angels. The fierce battle shook the entire heaven and hell while the earth was collapsing. The angels had narrowly achieved victory when they managed to purge the three kings— Beelzebub, Leviathan and Belphegor while the other four— Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus and Lucifer escaped to earth.
After the war, the angels swore to find the other four and wipe off the remaining demons from existence. The four demons got weakened and stayed hidden in earth. And today, the angels found their location in Aetheris City, the biggest and liveliest city in mortal realm, hiding among humans.
Serianne is the chosen angel. She is tasked on finding and finishing the war from 1000 years ago, by killing the remaining four demon kings— Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus and Lucifer. It's a difficult task to do but she is honored. All angels would kill to be in her position. There's no greater honor than bringing demise to the demon kings themselves.